Conversations with Characters

I can’t even….
 
Me: {leaning back in chair because finally the book is done}
Unidentified male character (a.ka. “him”): Busy?
Me: Get out.
Him: I haven’t told you yet the story I want written about me.
Me: {Tosses dictionary toward him} Look up the definition of “get” and “out.”
Him: You know resistance is futile.
Me: Where were you three days ago when I had writer’s block?
Him: Oh, good, that means you want to hear my story about how I started the store where people find their soul matches except so long as I’m the owner of the store I can’t, which is my purpose in life so I can’t stop, but… well you see where I’m going.
Me: I did something in a former life to have my brain be so strange, didn’t I?
Him: You should be grateful I jumped the line.. {jerks head toward the hallway} … the guy behind me wants a reverse harem but with both men and women. The woman behind him? A story about a reformed demon who helps women get revenge on men who conned them but then she falls in love with her con man and the demon
Me: Reformed demon.
Woman: {pops head around door frame] Did I hear demon? It’s my turn now?
Him: Get out. 
Me: That’s my line.

I did a book thing. Actually several.

Hi Friends! Big news! But first, some story background.

Lots of expansion happened at the SaFleur household over the last 18 months. (Thanks, pandemic.). My waistline. Our wine consumption. Callum’s girth (such a chonk). And guess what else expanded? My writing!

You expect lots of smexy times from my writing cave. That’s not going to change. But I wrote several new books that are, um, different. I wrote… sexy romantic comedies! 

I gotta tell you, I ducking love these books! And their covers.

But my first thought writing this news was ya’ll are going to hate me for exploring a new genre and following my fickle muse. (Don’t leave me, K?) But maybe you might enjoy more laughs right now? I know these last few months I needed to giggle and swoon.

Does that mean I won’t be writing any more Elite Doms or Shakedown books? Not. at. all. In fact, if you subscribe to my email newsletter, News From Elizabeth, you’re reading a serial starring Alexander, Rebecca and Eric from Invincible!

As for the romcoms, expect lots of chemistry amongst these pages. No bedroom door stays closed for long around me. Why miss the good stuff?

So, without further ado, here’s what you’re in for…

It Was All the Pie’s Fault 
Releases February 22 (At the rate this year is flying by February is, like, tomorrow.)
Little Miss Sunshine Chloe believes in two things: Russell is her soulmate and her pies are magic. One bite of her cherry pie and he’ll declare her “the one.”

Jaded attorney Nick doesn’t believe in magic OR Russell’s intentions with Chloe. Pies making wishes come true? Pffft.

But she’s perfect for himas a fake girlfriend to appease his family-friendly boss. She’s in love with someone else, after all. And, this girl needs help when it comes to men. A lot of it. He’ll help her lure Russell into dreaded wedded bliss so long as she poses as his date.

Except Chloe’s wishes begin to go haywirestarting with granting Nick’s and turning all those fake kisses into smoking hot moments of passion.

You’ll like this story if you enjoy fake relationships, opposites attract, and fated mates/match. Expect to laugh—a lot.

 
It Was All the Cat’s Fault 
Releases April 5
Pre-order: Amazon, Apple Books, Kobo, Barnes & Noble
 
Eve can juggle work, school and a fixer-upper house just fine with a little help from YouTube. Well, she could, if her beloved cat, Thor, would stop getting into trouble—like getting stuck behind the walls. Thankfully, plumbers make house calls at ridiculous-o’clock in the morning.

Enter Brent who not only has all the power tools she needs, he looks like the God Thor. A mountain of muscle with movie-star hair, shining green eyes, and a perfectly scruffed, chiseled jaw. Just great. She doesn’t have time for all the lusty neediness rising where it should not be rising.

Eve reminds herself and her weakening knees that she’s a strong, independent woman determined to make it without anyone’s help. But as more renovation and cat-astrophes pile on, she finds her fingers doing the walking to call Brent to her rescue.

And she has to decide if keeping him at arm’s length fits her life plan, or if it’s the biggest miscalculation she’s ever made.

You’ll love this story if you’re into opposites attract and smoking hot mayhem and madnessmuch of which is caused by one Maine Coon cat.

 
It Was All the Daisy’s Fault
Releases May 17 
 
Writing is Scarlett’s destiny, her purpose in life. If she could only finish her novel. She keeps getting interrupted by all the people in need—and animals and trees and flowers.

Like Cole. He splats face-first before her feet like it was fate. Kismet. A sign. He was just the inspiration she needed for her book. Tall, dark hair, glittering eyes. A surgeon sporting a super hot, disapproving stern face. Surely, a smile lived inside him somewhere.

But Cole has no plans to get involved with anyone. Certainly not a sassy, hippie who thinks flowers have feelings. Still, somehow he keeps tripping into her, even when he tries his hardest to stay away.

That incredible urge to back her up against a wall and do things to her? That chemistry couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t be.

You’ll love this story if you like opposites attract, can’t-help-yourself smexy moments, and grumpy hero meets Little Miss Saucy. 

Conversations With Characters. SO bossy.

A glimpse into a latest conversation with my new single dad character. They love to show up unannounced–and boss me around.

Him: The last nanny was a disaster so can you get this one right, please?
Me: Nanny? Who’s writing a nanny story?
Him: You, of course. <<rolls his eyes>>
Me: Let me get right on that, Mr. Grumpy. 
Him: Thank you. I have work to do. <<waves his hand and turns away>>
Me: Um, excuse me. What shall the super nanny call you?
Him: I haven’t decided.
Me: What are your kids like? And, um, how many?
Him: I haven’t decided.
Me: What do you need in a nanny?
Him: I haven’t decided.
Me: How about a personal chef instead?
Him: I’ll take both.
Me: Of course you will. Don’t tell me. This a ménage, isn’t it?
Him: Absolutely not.
Me: Are you suuuure? Because once I’m in this thing, if you change your mind the answer will be “no.”
Him: <<arches eyebrow>> You remember the last time you said “no” to a character?
Me: <<gasps, remembers when every character who went silent.>> Okay, Let me know when you decide, sir.
Him:  That. She can call me that.
Me: <<Keeping my mouth shut. For now.>>

Wine grapes were sacrificed. The angels sang. And a new book was plotted.

Hello reader friends! I need your help!! Oh, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. How have you been? The summer (or winter if you’re down under) treating you well?

My summer has included my sister visiting from Germany for the U.S. July 4 holiday. Since we haven’t seen each other in two years, we had a lot to catch up on. Because all great reunions need refreshments, we contributed muchly to the Virginia wine industry profits by consuming, oh, I dunno, a case of wine? (In all fairness, we had help from others.) But now I’m detoxing and back to writing

In the midst of the wine pandemonium, a new book was plotted! It’s the story of a single dad. Since I only have a furry child, can you help an author out? This girl needs some great parenting hacks — the most innovative parenting hacks you’ve come across.

Got an old-world cough remedy? Know a way to put a baby to sleep right away? Have a unique idea on how to handle something? 

If I use your tip in the story, I’ll be sure to thank you in the acknowledgements!

 

Conversations with Characters

So, this happened yesterday… I wasn’t even writing this story when a heroine popped up from the recesses of my mind. If anyone could see inside my head they might run for the hills.

Heroine: Squee, the new Jimmy Choo sandals are out.
Me: You’re a veterinarian not a supermodel.
Heroine:
Me: Hello?
Heroine:
Me: Heeeellllooo?
Heroine:
Me: Okay. You can have the Jimmy Choos.
Heroine: And the Sophia Webster’s because I’m really a secret fashion critic on the side. With a surgeon boyfriend who has a yacht.
Me: You’ll fall off the deck in the ones you’re eyeing.
Heroine: Plot bunny!
Me: <<Blinks>>
Heroine: <<deep sigh>> Does no one have vision anymore? He’ll jump off the boat to rescue me. Wait. Two men will jump in and fight over who gets to rescue me. But I’ll save myself. The one who brings my Jimmy Choo back to me—
Me: Like Cinderella.
Heroine: Yep, but they only get me after 150 pages or so. I want them to fight hard.
Me: They?
Heroine: It’s a ménage. No. A reverse harem. And, the captain of the ship wants me, too.
Me: <<bangs head on desk>>